| Like a pagan in your town, open to the unknown, I am often lost
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| How long to the open sea, how far from the boundary lines
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| And how come I’m alone?
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| I’m overwhelmed, overwhelmed, so changing town, changing town, and I wont be
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| back
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| I’ll be underground, underground, seeking calm, seeking calm, till I’m back on
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| track
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| Like a tired old camera missing all the action, I am often lying
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| How come there’s no concrete on these streets that I’m walking on
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| And how come I’m alone
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| I’m tangled up in my dreams, and stuck on a one way track
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| Nowhere to be found
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| Caught in every town, swearing that I’m not a ghost
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| Still open wide, open wide & bound to change, bound to change, but untill that
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| day
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| I’ll be underground, underground, seeking calm, seeking calm, till I’m back on
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| track |